Broken Bones - Sons and Daughters

She was merged she was thin

The case was wide open

I see a heart on her shoulder

With his first name written

And what do lately

Consider to be yourself?

With your outsize hands

Your molten breath

October is the month

We’ll pray for the summer

When trees are branching

A long distant murmur

So keep writing her name

So it’s setting in stone

You’ll live in the shadow

Of these broken bones